On the Death of a Young Man
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Title
On the Death of a Young Man
Description
Alas! the blooming youth is gone!
The nuptial harp just gayly tun'd,
His flow'ry prospects quickly flee,
On yonder frigid couch he sleeps,
Ah! what is youth or beauty here,
How swift his days have flown;
He's left his recent bride forlorn,In bitterness to moan.
The nuptial harp just gayly tun'd,
Is soon to sorrow given;
Alas! his sweetest pleasure's ruin'd!The golden band is riven.
His flow'ry prospects quickly flee,
His fairest hopes decay;
He bends to nature's stern decree,Tho' promising and gay.
On yonder frigid couch he sleeps,
From earthly sorrows free;
Oh! youth, approach, and inly weep,Thine image here to see.
Ah! what is youth or beauty here,
Tho' blooming as a flower!
Ah! what is love or friendship dear,When withered in an hour!
Creator
A.
Source
2:32, p. 255
Date
1828.10.31
Collection
Citation
A., “On the Death of a Young Man,” Periodical Poets, accessed May 6, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/180.
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